Cultivation! My Augmented Statuses Have Unlimited Duration

Jiang Li opened the mouth of the dragon head fossil and touched the tiny trace on the upper jaw of the dragon skeleton.

The people in Shengxian Pavilion must have discovered the fossil wound a long time ago, but they must have only thought it was an ordinary scar.

Ancient dragon fossils, the more complete they are, the more valuable they are. Their people will certainly not be all right, so they dig a hole in the dragon head to play with it.

But this is also cheaper than Jiang Li with appraisal skills.

No matter what, let's dig it first and take a look.

Jiang Li took out a small seed from his arms and placed it in his palm.

Then the green light flashed in his hand, the seeds germinated and swelled quickly, and soon a vajra wood grew out of his hand.

This is a very hard spiritual wood, which can easily engrave runes on Kunming Iron and Steel. If it weren't for the natural growth size of Vajra is too short, it would also be a good material for making magic weapons.

The fossilized dragon head is far less rigid than when it was alive.

On the contrary, Jiang Li had to be careful not to use too much force to smash the entire dragon capital.

The tiny seams were carefully chipped away by the diamond wood.

Soon, a little black appeared from the bones.

Jiang Li dug more carefully, and finally he dug out something from the keel fossil.

It was a diamond-shaped metal block the size of a palm.

The start is heavy, the surface is smooth, and the touch is cold. After a few years, the edges and tips of the metal blocks are still sharp.

On its surface, two ancient runes can be vaguely seen.

This metal block, it seems. . . Some are like arrows?

Jiang Li gestured twice again, and this thing looked more and more like an enlarged version of an arrow.

Another appraisal technique was lost.

【Name: Dragon Hunting Arrow】

【Type: Sundries】

[Quality: ancient]

【Status: Broken】

【Material: unknown】

[Description: Sunder Armor]

[Note: A dragon hunting arrow that has not been able to kill a dragon. 】

Sure enough, this is an arrow.

It's just that the ancient monks used such big arrows?

The size of the palm, this weight, knock it, knock it, and transform it into a dagger, there is no problem at all.

Jiang Li compared it again, and the arrow was embedded in the faucet. The tip was facing inward and stuck upward.

In this way, the person who shot this arrow must be a good archer.

He should have taken advantage of this ancient dragon opening his mouth and roaring, and suddenly attacked, and an arrow was stuck in his mouth.

Breaking through the relatively fragile mouth and breaking into the bone three points, this should be a heavy blow to the real dragon in ancient times.

Just as the appraisal technique said, that arrow failed to kill the ancient dragon, otherwise the wound would not heal.

Jiang Li flipped the arrow in his hand to play, wondering what the use of this thing should be.

In terms of record, the prisoner dragon lock once locked a real dragon, and this dragon hunting arrow almost killed a dragon.

Roughly converted, that dragon hunting arrow was inferior to the prisoner dragon lock in ancient times, and it should not be much worse.

Although it has lost its former power, the material has not changed.

So, what should be done with it?

At this moment, Jiang Li suddenly felt that his palm was cold.

He was stunned for a moment. This feeling was familiar and unfamiliar to him, and he hadn't felt it for a while.

As a result, there was no reaction at once.

Until a bit of blood flowed down the sharp edge of the arrow, and another pain came from his palm, he realized that just now, his palm was cut with a big opening.

Seeing the wound healed, he was still surprised.

I just accidentally broke the defense like this?

Jiang Li was extremely surprised, knowing that even the Shushan Flying Sword and the Black Spirit Breaking Sword had to bless the heart of the sword to break his skin.

And this arrow, there is no aura on it, and like the prisoner dragon lock, it has already lost its previous power, but it only relies on the sharpness on the physical level, and it can actually break through his defense.

This is amazing.

Jiang Li held the arrow in disbelief and stroked his arm skin again.

But this time, the sharp tip of the arrow was blocked by a layer of lake shelter on Jiang Li's body surface, and there was still a slight distance between the sharp tip and his skin.

Tick ​​to tick.

A few drops of blood fell, and the hand he was holding the arrow in was actually cut again.

It's a bit magical to hurt yourself but not the enemy.

Jiang Li thought for a moment, thinking that something was strange, he took out a magic shield made of dragon tortoise shells and laid it flat on the ground.

He entered the aura into the shield, activated the defensive aura above, and took the arrow one meter above the dragon tortoise shield to land freely. The arrow, without a doubt, was directly bounced off.

Jiang Li was not discouraged and picked up the arrow. This time he removed the aura from the dragon tortoise shield and dropped the arrow again from the same height.

Indole! There was a muffled sound, and the palm-sized arrow directly sank into the tortoise shield and pierced out from the inside of the shield. This yellow-order magic weapon was directly scrapped on the spot.

Jiang Li raised his eyebrows, how much kinetic energy could that little potential energy transform when he fell from a height of one meter? But with such a slight strength, there is no aura fluctuation yet, this thing still easily pierced the dragon tortoise shield.

He immediately understood that the sharpness of this dragon hunting arrow could not be effective on the aura shield, but it could easily break through the defense on the physical level.

And this sunder effect is extremely abnormal.

Good thing, this time the dragon head is definitely not a loss.

But I, someone Jiang, can't shoot arrows, how can I play your role?

Jiang Li thought and thought, and suddenly he noticed with a slap on his forehead.

. . . .

The next day, early in the morning.

A burst of bang~bang~bang~ awakened Jiang Li.

When he walked out of the room, Elder He and Senior Brother Xiang had just left.

"Senior Brother, what is this voice?"

The three of them walked along with the sound, and after passing through the same mass of Buddha statues, they found a very open practice field.

Here, there are five hundred disciples practicing boxing. These five hundred disciples didn't hit sandbags or rocks with their fists, all they hit was air.

Their fists always fall in the open, but every time they punch, they can always make a blast in the air, which is clearly strong.

This should be a special type of boxing, which has a very delicate control over the power of the boxing.

Imagine that even the air can't dissolve their fist power. If this kind of fist hits the monk, the general method of unloading power will be useless and useless.

Cihang Temple is worthy of being Cihang Temple, and it really has its own uniqueness in practice.

"Who dares to come to my Arhat Hall to steal school!"

But they only watched the effort for a while, and they all yelled suddenly from the other side of the five hundred monks.

Immediately, a robes flew through the air at an extremely fast speed, and suddenly an old monk sprang out from under the robes in the air, and from the condescending position, he opened his palm to the three of Jiang Li.

Elder He bullied himself and hit the opponent's palm with a punch.

Fortunately, neither of them really moved, but after a whistling gust of wind exploded, the two of them slowly fell down.

The old monk wasn't tall, and he was obviously able to match Elder He with a powerful physical training, but he looked a little thin.

"I was waiting for the envoy from the Tibetan Scripture Valley, and I didn't mean to peek, but I was looking for a voice to enter this place by mistake. Please forgive me for any offense."

The two big brothers didn't speak. Senior Brother Xiang stepped forward and explained that one of the five hundred monks behind him also walked out and explained the identity of Jiang Li and others to the old monk.

"It turns out that it was a distinguished guest from the Tibetan Scripture Valley who came to the door and was disrespectful and disrespectful. If there is nothing else to do, then leave.

The attitude of this old monk was completely different from that of the foolish master last night, and his words were full of disgust.

After he left a banquet order to the three Jiang Li, he coldly looked at the disciple who came out to explain.

"Who let you out!"

boom!

The old monk actually swiped another palm, and directly shot the disciple out, hitting the ground a hundred meters away, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The three Jiang Li frowned. Now they knew that the old monk's bad attitude was not aimed at them, but this kind of person is still very annoying.

"You are not leaving yet?"

Seeing that Jiang Li and the others were still standing there, the old monk unexpectedly urged again, with a very bad attitude.

But the three of them were not good at having a casual attack, so Senior Brother Xiang spoke again.

"I am waiting to come to Cihang Temple to discuss important matters with the host of your temple. I also asked the host to ask where I am now."

This matter has many dreams at night, and it can be resolved as soon as possible, so don't delay too much.

However, the other's answer surprised the three of them.

"Huh, the host is in retreat. If you don't see any foreign guests, you have to wait and leave if you can't wait."

Closed?

The three of Jiang Li also wanted to ask the host how long to retreat, but the other party refused to say anything, and directly ordered the disciples to send them out of the Luohan Hall.

"The three donors are sorry. Uncle Kong'er has a bad temper, so please take the three of them to heart."

The two disciples who sent them out secretly said this after leaving the old monk's sight. Obviously their disciples at Cihang Temple are also very afraid of the Kong'e monk from time to time.

But, why is his seniority empty? Or Uncle Master?

In the Cihang Temple, the generations of contemporary disciples are divided into "Dharma", the generations of the previous monks are divided into "a", and the generations of monks of the previous generation are "empty".

Jiang Li thought that the only masters of the Kongzi generation were the few remaining gods and monks, but he did not expect that there was an unknown Kong'e monk here.

"It's okay, but this junior, you host, are you really closed?"

Jiang Li did not believe what the Nakorn monk said, and asked the disciple again.

"Yes, the host has started to retreat a month ago, but the little monk doesn't know when he will leave."

The three Jiang Li looked at each other, all feeling tricky. If the presiding officer has been in retreat for three or five years, then when he comes out, the day lily will be cold.

"Then, can you take us to Master Yuan's Zen room?"

Jiang Li thought for a while, still planning to ask Yuan for help.

Don't think that guy is just building a foundation, but the proper disciple of the previous generation of gods and monks, through him directly communicate with the previous generation of monks, the effect is the same.

The monk in the Qi refining period naturally had no objection. After the Luohantang took a leave of absence, he took the three of Jiang Li and found the fate who was sitting withered under the tree.

It's just that the news that I got this time from Fate is even more helpless.

The six sacred monks unexpectedly retreat with the host, and they will not be able to get out for a while.

"Master Liaoyuan, when we are here this time, it is indeed a heavy responsibility. We must see the host of your temple as soon as possible. Can you help me with this?"

Jiang Li is still working hard.

"This, the master and the five uncles should not be able to leave the customs, but Senior Brother Leku is only assisting from the side, not a retreat."

"A few come with the poor monks, the poor monks go to pass on, there should be a chance."

Jiang Li finally breathed a sigh of relief, and Master Yuan was indeed reliable.

After going around many times, Jiang Li and the others followed Yuan into the depths of Cihang Temple and stopped in front of a Buddhist gate with a swastika.

"A few wait, the poor monks will come as soon as they go."

Master Leiyuan said a Buddha's name, shining on the swastika, and the door opened slowly.

From the opening of the door, the light of Buddha shone out from inside, Jiang Li's sharp eyes, you can see many golden bamboos planted inside, the Buddha's nature is compelling.

However, before he could see clearly, when Yuan Yuan was about to step into it, one person came out from the Buddhist gate with the **** and stopped Yuan Yuan.

"Senior nephew, brothers and sisters are at a critical juncture at the moment, no one can enter."

The person who came out of the Buddhism and stood in front of the fate is the nasty Konger!

"I have seen Uncle Kong'e."

"Donors from the Tibetan Scripture Valley, if you have important matters with the host, please let the disciples go in and let them know."

Master Liaoyuan first saluted, and then respectfully explained. Generally speaking, giving face will also open the door to convenience.

But when the object is like this empty, the ending is different.

This old monk always put on a stinky face and didn't listen to people at all. He closed the **** buddha gate at once to prevent people from entering.

"If I say no, I can't! Can you take care of the major events of my temple?"

"Or, my uncle's words don't work anymore!"

Master Liaoyuan himself is not a low-ranking monk, but Naihe is also a monk of the empty-character generation, and his cultivation base also has Yuan Ying. In the Cihang Temple with a complete hierarchy and strict rules, he really couldn't defy the opponent.

He wanted to fight for reason, but he was still ignored.

Nakorn turned his head to look at Jiang Li and the others, his old face was disgusting besides disgust.

"As for the three of the Tibetan Scripture Valley, they will break the customs after three days of presiding. You won't be unable to wait for three days, right?"

After speaking, he hung another golden lock on the Buddhist gate, then turned and left.

This is true, there are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys dominate the king~www.NovelMTL.com~ With the host and the six monks in retreat, this monk is not the highest in cultivation level, but he is the oldest one. .

Looking at this situation, no one can cure him before the seven pass the barrier!

Master Liaoyuan walked helplessly for a while, Jiang Li and the others made him look relieved.

"The Master of Fate should not be embarrassed. Three days is fine. We wait patiently."

Elder He looked at the leaving back of the monk Nakorn, the blood on his body writhed and wandered, his eyes almost spit fire.

If he was in the wilderness and mountains, he would have to give him an old punch.

But still the same sentence, I have something to ask for when I am away, for the sake of the sect, Rinima! Endure it!

Elder He went to find an old idiot, Senior Brother Xiang went to find someone to practice, but Jiang Li asked Yuan for a refining room.